Well, I’m still here, still alive, but too freaking busy for words. Any words, so don’t feel left out.
My mom went in for a simple, one day laparoscopic gallbladder surgery on September 21, and she’s still not recovered from it because her surgeon screwed up… numerous times.
The first one could have happened to anyone, he cut her bowel accidentally and had to fix it. Six days later, they sent her home, in excruciating pain, with an undiagnosed bowel obstruction and abscess.
She called the doctor the next day because she was throwing up massive quantities of bile, and he said, “Well, go back to ice chips.” A few days later, she called again, still throwing up, and cried, begging him, saying she couldn’t take the pain anymore.
He told her to go to the ER. When she got there, they did an X-Ray and found the abscess and obstruction. They did an emergency bowel resection, on Sunday, September 30, and on Tuesday, October 2, she started having chest pain.
The nurses thought she wanted pain meds, and she ended up screaming at them that her chest hurt, not her incision, and they needed to do something.
When they finally got the EKG hooked up, they found that she was having a major heart attack. The heart doc came in, and they got it stopped and transferred her to a city hospital, where she had two stents put in the next day.
There were two blockages in her circumflex [that might not be spelled right] artery in her heart [that’s the one in the back of the heart] one blockage was 90%, and the other one was 99%.
If she’d been at home, she would have died.
So they kept her at the city hospital for five days, until Saturday, and Steve and I were there. When they sent her home, I thought things were finally calming down.
I tried to call them Sunday night, but couldn’t get ahold of them, on Monday, my dad called and said that mom’s stitches had burst, and she was back in the hospital.
So they sent her home on Tuesday, and I came down to take care of her. I’ve been here ever since.
The surgeon put these horrible things called “Stay Sutures” or Retention Sutures in. Turns out, she’s allergic to the stitches they used, and was in constant, excruciating pain until Monday when they took them out.
On Tuesday, she was still in a lot of pain, and we were both depressed as hell. Wednesday, she had a wonderful day, with bearable pain, and we thought the worst was behind us.
Thursday morning, the bad pain was back [although not as severe as before] and we were depressed again. We realized that it’s just going to be a slow process, which sucks.
Today, Friday, her pain is less, but now there’s fresh blood in the drainage from her wounds [where she popped open due to pressure from too much fluid built up in her abdomen].
Her asshole surgeon [who I’ve had to fight with repeatedly to get medicine for pain, and about taking the stay sutures out] is out of town until Monday.
I’m keeping an eye on the blood, praying that it doesn’t increase.
Also, today we found out that her Medicare isn’t going to pay for her medicines for the rest of the year. Plan D sucks. They have what they call a ‘do-nut hole’ where the patient has to pay 100% of their medicine costs once medicare has paid $2200 for the year.
If the cost gets over $5000, it kicks in again. Un-fucking-believable.
She has several medicines that she has to take for her diabetes, high cholesterol, and heart condition, none of which are cheap.
I have no way to help out, and I have no idea what they’re going to do.
Oh yeah, Steve, Shaya, and Matthew are at home, and Michaela is with me, so I haven’t seen my kids or husband in almost two weeks. We only have one vehicle, and I have it, so he can’t come see me, and mom needs constant care.
I miss my family, my friends, my home, and even my stupid dogs, who shit all over the floor while Steve was at work yesterday… diarrhea.
I’m not sleeping at night, and until today, mom’s internet has been screwed up, so it’s been fun.
So. That’s my life these days. Aren’t you glad you stopped by?
If you pray, would you say one for my parents?